Gallifrey Is Yours * Glass Shard, The Master

"No need to be so formal, I have long since got used to just being called my name." Glass looked over, musing lightly. The Master.. Now.. Where had she heard that name before? Oh! he'd joined her organization some time ago, she couldn't recall JUST when, but still, he was.. antisocial, most often in his own room. In truth, she didn't see him as having the slightest desire to contribute to the organization in the slightest, just like every other villian in Nemesis, he wanted what he wanted, and only that. It seemed that without her keeping the organization tied to itself, it would fall apart at the seams! Regardless, the real reason for her organization hadn't come to pass quite yet, though she knew her time was ticking.

Glass shut such panic out of her mind, she didn't have the time. The Master- OH, MUST she think of him as that? Truly, it sounded nearly kinky.. She could have sworn she had skimmed another name on his file.. Oh, but she couldn't recall. "Have you another name? That title reminds me to much of a very desperate, very insecure, very kinky man I once knew. But, I digress, I am Glass Shard." She nodded his way, letting the man stand and run off, probably blinking back tears, the little wimp. She fully intended to know who had recruited THAT into her organization. It was a crime.

"Oh, you are the one who wanted Gallifrey, yes? The takeover takes place later today, surely, someone told you?" Glass wondered aloud. In truth, she wouldn't have scheduled the one planet that he wanted so soon if he didn't have the personality that he did. She often did that with those in her organization that she saw as useful, his skills were irreplacable, his past was promising, but his personality, and well, his NAME all clued to he wanted his way, and he wanted it now. She doubted that he would fall for the same tricks that she often used on others, and simply intended to get him the planet he desired, lest he become impatient, and become more a nusance then anything else.

It hadn't been very easy, Glass hadn't seen him around to often, so they were not able to plot the demise as a team. Instead, Glass had merely stayed up late on a night or two, designing a beautifully woven plan to get him the planet he so desired, as well as the revenge that he claimed he desired in the file. The fact that HE wanted to have revenge against this Rassilon made the project that much harder. But really, Glass always liked a good challenge.

She'd had Molt research his species when he arrived, Time Lords apparently didn't die upon a fatal blow, instead they changed their skin, and minds to reincarnate themselves very nearly into another body. Hence, not only did she have to design something that could travel through time and space, but also could it withstand technology that she didn't have access to in this day and age. But not only that, it had to be able to kill someone once, then again before they regenerated.

And they had to look damn fine.

So, Glass had Molt research The Master's other plans, the ones that had failed, and come to find an interesting little weapon of a child, called Toclafane. Or something of that nature. She'd had Molt retrieve a few, only a good hundred or so, she'd heard that there were FAR more, with the help of a Vortex Manipulator. She'd assigned offensive mechanics to upgrade them ever so slightly, now, well, they were ready.